I ask those present
if they haven't begun to think
that this land is ours
and not of the man who has more.
I ask if you never
would have thought of the land,
that if these hands are ours,
what they give us is ours.
To tear down the fences, to tear down the fences,
That this land is mine, yours, whoever's,
Pedro and Maria's, Juan and Jose's.
If I annoy with my song
someone that walks through here,
I assure you that he is a gringo
or an Uruguayan landlord.
To tear down the fences, to tear down the fences
That our land is mine, yours, whoever's
Pedro and Maria's, Juan and Jose's